That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 613:

Pulling his fangs from her neck, Vladya swiped the wound closed. Then, exhaustion hit him all at once, more intense than before.

“Tired,” he confessed.

“Me too.”

She uncurved herself from his lap, standing on wobbly legs and adjusting her nightdress in a sluggish, clumsy way.

“You need sleep. Lie down.”

Vladya sank back onto the bed with a heavy sigh, but not before grabbing her wrist and pulling her down with him.

“Sleep beside me.”

him with her head resting

quiet for the first time in days, and she had a soft, contented

his breathing evened out in sleep. He looked so peaceful now,

watched him with lazy eyes, already feeling the effects of feeding him blood. Tracing the strong line of his jaw, the scar that marred his cheek, the faint frown

hers had been through so much, and Aekeira was fulfilled knowing she

the anxiety, the panic of the past few weeks melted away as her eyelids grew heavy. Relaxing

begins with

PRINCESS EMERIEL

buttons down the back of her gown. The fabric felt soft against her skin, designed in a simple yet elegant style

the faint clinking of glass jars echoed as

of Emeriel’s bruises had faded, her face looked less pale, and the dark shadows under her eyes were gradually disappearing. Though her left arm still ached from time to time, the swelling had gone

look so beautiful, my princess,” Amie let out a wistful sigh, stepping back to admire her